But if you get married and then divorce, girls will be greatly affected if they find a partner after divorce.

"The second day of February next year, right?" Beitang Xinya pointed to the third day, raised her head and discussed with Old Man Gu, "February 2nd, the dragon raised his head, it's a good day, Old Gu, what do you think?" ”

"Okay," Old Man Gu said with a smile: "The days on the red sticker were originally for you to choose, and you can choose whichever you choose." ”

"The second day of February?" Beitang listened to Xuexue's lips, "Then it's going to be next year?" ”

Beitang Xinya glared at her warningly, and quietly twisted her, signaling her to be more reserved.

Beitang listened to Xue and grimaced at her again, "Okay, okay, it's only three months, and it's not too long." ”

Looking at the vivid and vivid smile on her face, the corners of Wei Hanting's lips couldn't help but curl slightly.

February 2.

It's a good day indeed!

The wedding date of Wei Hanting and Beitang Tingxue was agreed, and everyone raised their glasses and toasted together.

After putting down the wine glass, Wei Hanting and Beitang Tingxue left the hotel and went to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital where Mrs. Yue was stayed, Wei Hanting and Beitang Tingxue first found Mrs. Yue's attending doctor to understand Mrs. Yue's condition.

Sure enough, it wasn't much different from what they expected.

Mrs. Yue is not sick.

She was faking illness.

She kept saying that she had chest tightness, shortness of breath, couldn't breathe, her eyes were dark, and she fainted at every turn, but the doctors and instruments couldn't detect any disease.

The doctor said that Mrs. Yue's blood pressure was a little high and her heartbeat was a little fast, but they were all within the normal range.

He advised the patient to go home to recuperate, but the patient insisted on being hospitalized, and they had to go through the procedures for the patient.

After thanking the doctor, Wei Hanting and Beitang Tingxue found Old Lady Yue's ward.

Old Man Yue was standing by Mrs. Yue's bedside and was talking about something.

Beitang listened to Xue knocking on the door and went in, and greeted them: "Grandpa, grandma, Brother Wei has come to see you." ”

Wei Hanting put the nutritional products he bought on the road on the ground: "Grandpa, grandma are good." ”

Seriously, he is forty years old, and it is a little awkward to hear Beitang call Old Man Yue and Old Lady Yue call grandparents.

But this is Beitang's grandfather and grandmother who listen to the snow, and it is not appropriate to call it inappropriate.

He could only bite the bullet and scream.

It's just a very ordinary thing, but Beitang listens to the snow and listens to it beautifully.

She grabbed Wei Hanting's arm and said to Old Man Yue and Old Lady Yue with a smile: "Grandpa, grandma, he is my fiancé, isn't he very handsome?" ”

Old Man Yue nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

Mrs. Yue sulked silently.

She was about to be by Beitang's listening to the snow.

She lay half-dead in bed.

Beitang laughed after hearing Xue enter the door, as if nothing happened, and didn't ask her a word.

In the past, she really loved this granddaughter.

But seeing such Beitang listening to snow in front of her made her feel like she was hurting a white-eyed wolf.

Her chest was so tightly blocked.

Originally, she was lying to Beitang Tingxue, and there was something wrong with Xue's heart.

But now, she felt as if she was really going to have a heart attack.

Beitang Tingxue took Wei Hanting's arm and walked a few steps to Mrs. Yue's bed, and said to Mrs. Yue with a smile: "Grandma, Brother Wei and I have just gone to your attending doctor, he said that you are not sick and in good health, so you can rest assured, don't think nonsense, when you have enough to stay, when you can be discharged." ”

"You...... You ......" Old Lady Yue was almost angry with her.

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